The Destiny's Luck
The youngest Archangel of Heaven had fled to the rarely used nest of the archangels. Oh it used to be used every night. Gabriel remembered and longed for the nights when he would curl up under Big Brother Lucifer's arm as he read a book and listen to his heart. Michael would be right beside Lucifer and he would be playing on the violin while Raphael would be singing softly.
Now however, Gabriel sat alone in the nest, curled into a ball, and sobbing as quietly as he could. All of the fighting between his brothers was killing him inside. He felt alone. As if not one of his brothers even cared about him anymore. Gabriel jumped up as he heard and felt a rip in Heaven's floor. He ran out of the nest and watched as Lucifer was tossed from Heaven, by Michael. The look on Michael's face was hard, unyielding, and terrifying to the youngest Archangel. Does he not love Lucifer anymore? Does he love me? Did he ever love us? If he would do that to his 'beloved' brother Lucifer, what would he do to me? I've got to get out of here, before Michael turns on me too.
Gabriel ran as fast as his chubby little legs would carry him and dove after Lucifer when Michael had his back turned. Nothing was going in his favor at all these past few years however, and to continue with that same luck he fell to Earth instead of descending into H ell with Lucifer. Gabriel landed hard and cried out with pain. He had landed on the wing that Raphael had broken just days before. Gasping Gabriel managed to focus enough to see a young man fighting off a bear and with annoyance he shooed the beast away. The young man was dying and Gabriel could not save him so he took him as a vessel.
With his new vessel, Gabriel wondered near and far of the lands. He was hungry, something completely new to him, when an old man came up to him and handed him some honey soaked bread. The young angel smiled at the man and was surprised at the words that slipped out of his mouth,
"Thank you very much Father." The old man smiled back and picked the young angel (although older vessel) up and carried him to his home on a high mountain. The old man sat him down at the foot of a throne, and then the old man sat on the throne and patted the young angel's head.
"Norse God's welcome your new brother Loki." All of the other's in the room bowed down and shouted,
"Welcome to Hlidskjalf!" While Gabriel had lost his family, he had gained a much better one. Odin, the old man that reminded him of his Father, had taken him in and given him what Gabriel most wanted; a family. And that was how Gabriel became Loki, until he met the Winchesters and little Castiel, and he became Gabriel the littlest Archangel once again.